Quote of the Day: “The miracle isn’t that I finished The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
I’m OK. Really, I am. I can walk. And I’m only a little bit sore. Not bad after yesterday’s insanity and good thing it was a half day today. I didn’t have to be in to work until noon.
And because I didn’t have to be in until noon, I asked Carrie if she wanted to get some breakfast at Denny’s. Why Denny’s? Only because it was near to the barber that I go to so to make things easy, I accepted that we would eat where “The Land Of Broken Dreams” people decide to work.
Before you get all irate, I will remind everyone that I was a busser when I was in high school so food service is not a mystery to me. If you read this blog, you will know that I am very judgmental when it comes to food service but that’s only because I believe I was so good at it that I compare service to what I provided.
I can even take into account the relative business (busy-ness, that is), remembering how it was when things were nuts. But this is not the case.
We were some of the only people in there AND the waitress (yes, I still call them WAITRESSES and if you don’t like it, it’s probably best you read elsewhere) had a newbie who was shadowing her. So they should have been on top of things, right?
Yeah, that’s what I thought. They weren’t.
They weren’t HORRIBLE nor where they the worst I ever encountered, but they weren’t as accommodating as I think they should have been, given the lack of other customers. We had to wait far too long to get our food and at the end, we even had to finally go up to the counter to get our bill. You know how that goes.
Once you factor in the Denny’s factor, it calculates about right. If I ever got outstanding service at a Denny’s, I’d tip HUGE and likely get dizzy as the fabric of the Universe would tear open.
Free Advice for Today: “Get a car with a sun roof.”
- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.